Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.